Decoy (4 page)

He wanted them both naked, but first he
eased her slowly down his body until her feet touched the floor again. She
wrapped her arms around his neck while he hauled her closer. Her breasts felt
smooth and full as they pressed against his chest; the nipples poking him and
making his blood run hotter. Their kisses grew more feverish, their bodies
bumping and rubbing against each other with a passion that was rapidly
escalating out of control.

Melanie’s hands were impatient as they
tugged his shirt from the waistband of his pants. Roarke ripped it open and
tossed it aside, then drew her back into his arms and tight against his body.

“Help me,” Roarke groaned thrusting his
erection against the softness of her stomach.

Melanie wiggled out of her panties and
then reached for his zipper. He'd decided against borrowed underwear, so his
cock sprung out, engorged and throbbing. When he felt her eager hands caressing
him, he groaned low and long.

“Now!” he shouted, pressing her against
the door and lifting her legs around his waist. Melanie rocked against him,
coaxing with her hungry movements. Pausing momentarily, he regained some
control and reminded himself not to be too rough.

He took a deep, steadying breath and
probed her warmth. She was dripping wet and more than ready, so he plunged into
her in with one strong, sure stroke until she couldn't take any more of him.
Then he lifted her hips, angling her so that he could push even deeper. Her
murmurs of encouragement made him throb so hard he could barely stand. When
they were locked as tight as possible, he heard her breath hitch and he
shuddered convulsively.

“Damn, you're so tight and wet and hot,”
he praised gruffly. “You don't know how many times I've dreamed of this. Having
myself buried deep inside of you. I've wanted it since the first time I laid
eyes on you, but I don’t want to hurt you
.
”

Melanie locked her legs tighter around
his waist. “You won’t hurt me. Take me hard. I need it hard and fast.

She nipped at his lip. His mouth was
bruised and tender, but the pain sharpened his awareness.

“This time I'll do all the work,” he
swore hoarsely, remembering how she'd rocked against him earlier in the day.

He started slow, but quickly lost control
when her vaginal muscles started to milk him with hard urgency. His breathing
shattered, his pulse pound
ing
ed
in his ears and his cock as the pressure
built to a thundering peak. When Melanie clung tighter and returned his thrusts
with increasing ardor, his control splintered. He rammed into her until she was
screaming with climax. He felt the pressure building and seconds later, felt
his release burning and pumping into her in white-hot spurts.

Drained, legs weak and shaky, he sagged
against her. The wall supported most of their weight while they gasped for air.
T
hey stayed pressed together, sweaty
and sated
,
for several minutes. When he could breathe again, he found her mouth with his
own and shared a long, deep kiss. They kissed until strength returned. He
allowed her to slide down the length of him until she stood in the circle of
his arms.

Then
Melanie
took him by the hand and led him slowly through the darkened apartment. His
eyes had adjusted enough to dodge furniture and realize that they were passing
through the living room and bedroom. She paused inside the bathroom and
switched on a light.

“Shower?” she asked shyly. He loved the
blush that stole over her fair skin. Loved the tousled, well-loved look of her.
But he hadn't even begun to love her well enough.

“Do I get to bathe you?”

Her breathing faltered, her eyes going
wide, but she nodded slowly in agreement. “If you want.”

“Oh, I want. I want all that you're
willing to give.”

She gave him a sexy grin. “That might be
an awful lot.”

He returned her grin, following her into
the small shower stall as she adjusted the water setting to a warm spray. Then
he backed her into a corner and grabbed a bar of soap. When his hands were full
of thick lather, he began a slow, thorough exploration of her body.

He started at her neck, leaning in to
kiss the pulse that throbbed erratically under her fair skin. She tasted hot
and salty and delicious. After he'd soaped her arms, he made her lift them so
that he could have freer access to her breasts. He smoothed the lather over
them in slow, adoring circles, cupping and molding the satiny flesh until he
could no longer resist plucking the nipples.

They were fat and sassy, beading into
tight knots, tempting him even more. He let the spray wipe away the soap and
then latched onto her right nipple with his mouth while plucking the left with
his fingers. She dropped her hands and locked them in his hair, clutching
tightly as he slowly assuaged his need to caress every inch of her.

When her legs shifted restlessly and her
hips started to gyrate, he dropped to his knees. Clutching her tight buttocks,
he pressed more kisses down her stomach. His fingers kneaded the firm flesh,
skimming the crease between them and pulling her closer. Then he brought a hand
around to burrow into the thatch of curls between her legs. He found her clit
with his thumb and rubbed it vigorously.

“Roarke!” cried Melanie, the sound of her
escalating passion stroking his to a fever pitch. He wanted to give her more
pleasure than she’d ever known.

He felt her fingers tangling in his hair,
her grip tightening with each new caress.

He kissed her hipbone and slid a finger
into her welcoming heat. She moaned again, her fingers gripping his hair
tighter. He used a second finger to drive her higher, loving the sound of her
panting moans. Her hips undulated and she begged on short, harsh sobs. Then he
worked his hand harder and faster until she was stiffen
ing
ed
, and
locking her thighs against him, shudder
ing
ed
with
release.

Her legs buckled, and he eased her onto
the
narrow bench seat. Her head fell
backward against the tiles, her eyes closed. Roarke smiled at her loveliness.
His heart clenched at how exquisite she looked. His cock, already hard, got
harder and throbbed insistently. He wanted her again.

Steam filled the stall, water spraying
everywhere. He lathered his hands again and then gently washed the rest of her
body, focusing on the soft nest of curls and the sweet cunt that had to be
getting sore. He’d guessed she wasn’t very experienced when they’d had forced
sex and she was probably tender. He’d been keeping close tabs on her and knew
she hadn’t dated anyone seriously since they met. The thought made him throb
harder.

By the time he'd finished soaping and
rinsing her legs, her eyes were open and she stared at him with a wicked gleam
in her eyes.

“My turn,” she murmured throatily.

She rose from the bench and shifted their
positions until he was sitting and she was on her knees between his legs.
Roarke groaned low and long as she took his cock into her hands and started
doing her own exploration. She massaged his balls, and he slammed his head back
against the tiles, every muscle in his body wired with tension.

She continued her intimate massage while
locking her other hand around his cock and pumping him with increasing
strength. He couldn't believe she had him primed and ready to explode again,
but when her mouth surrounded his sizzling flesh, he howled with pleasure. He
felt the familiar heat running down his spine. The harder she sucked, the
hotter the blood seared him. He tightened his buttocks and thighs, trying to
hold back, but she wouldn't allow it. She licked and sucked and bit him until
he boiled over with release, spewing hot juice until he was totally drained.

Depleted, Roarke couldn't move a muscle
for several minutes. In the meantime, Melanie tenderly bathed him. Their steamy
cocoon was gradually vanishing, but the cooler water felt good on his
overheated flesh. He let it run over his body while she climbed from the shower
and dried herself. When the strength returned to his legs, he got out and
dried.
Then h
H
e swept her into his arms and carried her
into the bedroom. She pulled back the covers and they slid into bed. It smelled
of her and he inhaled deeply, more content that he'd felt in years. He cradled
her soft, naked body next to his own, exhausted but replete.

*
* * * *

Melanie didn't know how long they slept,
but the sun was pe
a
e
king through the curtains the next time she
woke. The room was still dark and it took a minute for her to orient herself.
She was curled spoon fashion into the warm, hard body of a very big, very
aroused male. As soon as she started to stir, she felt hot lips and sharp teeth
on the nape of her neck.

Roarke.

Sexy, insatiable, incredible Roarke.

How had she ever lived without his kind
of loving? Would she ever get enough? Just the feel of him had moisture collecting
between her legs and the low throb of desire pulsing deep inside her.

She moaned as he wrapped his arms around
her, grasping a breast in each hand. He cupped them, rubbing and rolling the
flesh, plucking her nipples all the time he kept nibbling on her neck. Tension
sung through her body, making her tremble with need. She felt his thick
erection prodding her from behind and grew even wetter.

Lifting her leg, she laid it over his
thigh and invited him inside, then sucked in a breath when he plunged deep.
How could she have forgotten how big and hard he
was? She was sore, but the pleasure of being filled and stretched
by such masculine hardness quickly overcame all
other sensation. The instant he entered her, she began to rock her hips
backward, begging for faster, deeper penetration.

Roarke swiftly accommodated her, pumping
in and out with piston-like speed until they were both gasping and straining.
When they needed to be even closer, he rolled her
onto
her stomach. Mounting her, he rode her hard, pounding into her with relentless
force. As her climax hit, she stiffened, her vaginal muscles clenching around
him, dragging a long, low groan from Roarke as he sank into her one last time
and found his own release.

They collapsed together with his heavy bulk
pressing Melanie deeply into the mattress, but she didn't mind at all. She
welcomed his heavy weight, feeling enveloped by his big, hard body.

When his chest stop heaving, he raised
himself on forearms and burrowed his face under her hair. In her ear, he
whispered gruffly. “Clayburn was right about one thing.”

 
She tensed a little, startled at
the mention of their nemesis. Then she managed to squeak out a question. “What
was he right about?”

Roarke blew in her ear, teasing her with
his warm breath. “I want to ruin you for any other man. I want to love you so
well and so often that you never think about another man.”

Joy surged through her at the mention of
the word “often.” It meant he wanted more than a one-night stand. Often could
mean a serious relationship. Panic swiftly followed the joy. Did she want more?
Could she survive more? She'd been hurt so badly in the
past,
past
and the
last few days had proven how much she could be wounded if she let herself fall
any deeper in love with this man.

“You ask a lot,” she said in a voice that
shook with emotion.

“I need a lot.” With those words, he
rolled off her body and turned her so that they were facing each other.

“Of sex?” She felt herself blushing, but
held his gaze.

“Oh, yeah,” he swore. “My need is bigger
than you can imagine, but I want a lot more than that.”

“Like what?”

His eyes darkened, his expression tight
as he answered in a gruff voice. “Like your body, your heart and maybe even
your soul.”

Melanie closed her eyes against the stark
need on his face. She wanted him with the same intensity. So much so that it
frightened her.

“What are you willing to give in return?”

“Definitely my body,” he teased, trying
to lighten the tone. He cupped her chin and stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“My heart's been yours for a while already, and I think you stole my soul
yesterday.”

Her eyes widened, her gaze scouring his
features. He wasn't the type of man who gave of himself lightly. She was awed
by the depth of his feelings and his willingness to share them. Hope fluttered
wildly in her chest. Grasping his hand, she brought it to her mouth and placed
a kiss in his palm, then used her tongue to caress it more.

He went still and sucked in a ragged
breath. “Woman, you unman me with the slightest touch.”

Melanie laughed softly and glanced
downward. His penis was twitching into life again. Her heated glance brought it
to full arousal.

“You don't look unmanned.”

“Damn, you're a witch,” he charged. “I
thought you'd milked me dry, but obviously Buford still has some life in him.”